Recently unearthed this gem of mine, and thought to post it. Its writing predates my joining of Strolen, and I found quite a few interesting bits in it. It is nearly completely written and I am going to endeavor to finish writing it out. Until then, I plan to post it here, perhaps a section a day or so. Enjoy, expand, criticism, comment.

A traveling dungeon of canvas and props...

seven shields used by the dungeon wights of the Gygaxian Gyre

inspired by Cheka Man's 30 Boots submission

Extracted from the 30 Mecha Design Flaws submission. Edited and reconfigured as a setting neutral piece for use in military aspected settings and most if not all flaws can be used on any vehicle or large piece of hardware.

Blessed be are those wed beneath apple tree

Common Falk Saying, the Midlands

only peasants and commoners call them wizard's robes, those of the art know their true name.

Be a good little prince and stop throwing tantrums of the Black Jester will get you and eat you up.

Words of many a Nanny and noblewoman

Caution: Graphic Content

The focus of discontent between Vandergraff and Powlgraff, the Cathedral was built of ambition and rose marble.

A shuddering heap of corpses and rotting soil, Logeko the Vile is a demon of of death and decomposition

Behold, for I am the form of Destruction

Inscription on the Virednith

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Confucious

Yet another list of 30, this time fiendish foes, vile villians, and and dastardly do-badders.

gemstones that are created by the action of dungeons within the DungeonVerse setting

Egads! Don't you humans understand how freaking repulsive you look? I'm getting sick to my stomachs right now... urp...

Nempori Diplomat Ocan

In the royal year 451, also known as the year of Red Leaves, something strange occured. A star fell blazing from the heavens, in to the Midlands. Imperial Wizardry could be sent to examine the object. However things changed in the area. Royal Viziers were unable to postulate a cause for the matter, but the fact that none of the countyfolk were alive led to the whisper of one, chilling word. Zombie.

Ages past the Woodking fell into a deep and terrible slumber, and from the fever of his dreams and nightmares the wooden dungeon of Limberlost grew.

'Listen!'
'Listen to the Wind! Listen to Crackling Fire! Listen to the Groan of the Mountain! Listen to my Voice! Listen and you will See through the Smoke! See the Old Ways of our Forefathers! See the Glory of our Clan! See the Might of our Race!'
—Horn-Of-Plenty, Shaman of the Thorondrim Minotaurs, leading his people in the Khuugrad

The Magma Borer is a large creature native to the extreme world of Crematoria. Scientists and planetologists have yet to be able to explain so many things about the planet and the unknown lifeform that made it possible.

Be it a tank, mech, aircraft, or warship, the same basic rules apply for writing speculative fiction about them.